as it knows no sadness
as it knows no smile
no bitter laughter
or embraces for the wint'ry cold
or kisses warm as the summer
nor tears like spring shower
our love knows no time
knows no space
knows no skin
knows no length
knows no heat
knows no breasts
knows no hair
not even my name
not even your face
Our love knows no death
for what expires must first exist
And there was none of that
Just this wasted heart.
Author notes
My thanks to gingergreentea, again for her wonderfully insightful suggestions. Dearest, you're right. It helps a lot; makes it easier to read, also^^ Though, I'm not so sure if I did your thoughts and critique any justice. I just imagined Alan Rickman's voice in my head and guessed how he'd read it. Illusyonada *raises hand*.
I'm still not sure about the title, though. What do you think? And the punctuation... and, erm, lacking of... could use some help, eh? Yeah, I thought so...
Written April 21st, 2005
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mmmm love the oxymoron quality
wow!
uy
wala akong masabi
basta ang galing

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wahofsh....well said
Gyn, I feel like your getting married while reading your poem. I had tissues all over my nose but anyway, it does bring out something that I have not seen in your side of personality. It's very interesting to the point of me questioning if you are the writer of this piece.damn! it was so good and out of your personality that I sooOOOoooo Love it!!!hmmm...still loving it. -
I was very moved by this poem , it is very sad , atr least the way I see it, It seems a marriage full of nothing, the feeling of ,to die first you must exist I find sadly very beautiful, I see you now have an excellent helper and my opinion I am afraid is not of an expert in poetry, I just write what I feel. A very lovely poem, all the best, hugs Di
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I suggest spacing between the succession of ideas.
I love this. been taking poetry workshop classthis summer under Dr. J.Neil Garcia (who's very very cool) and this contains that thing poetry should have--a paradox that's universal. I love the subtle twist in this. and I love the silent sting of that last line.
I would suggest more, but I cant think of any. this was amazing.
Keep writing
Kannika



